Jin Army Camp in Qingcheng, south of Bianliang City.

"interesting!"

Wanyan Yinshu said with interest.

At the same time, he smiled and pushed a black wine jar in front of him. The wine jar shook like a tumbler. A head with no ears and nose inside made a strange humming, in order to protest his behavior, and at the same time, he stared at a pair of dead fish eyes and kept tears of pain...

Uh, this is their messenger Wang Feng.

However, when the complete messenger came back, there were pieces, next to the wine jar, with his legs and arms inside, as well as ears, nose and tongue. Otherwise, he would not have been able to put it in this not-so-large wine jar. The poor messenger of the king looked at Wanyan Yinshuke like this, twisting constantly because of the shaking pain, and then his twisting made the wine jar shake even more violently. He used his tongueless mouth to make a strange scream in accusing the demon of the evil and Zhao Huan's inaction.

"This dog emperor is seeking death!"

Wanyan Yinshuke stood up and said with a grin.

"Seeking death?"

Nianhan sneered and looked at the city wall in the distance.

It was obvious that this was abnormal. Even if the Song people refused to accept his withdrawal conditions, they could not treat the envoy in this way. The only intention of doing this was to provoke him and tell him that we would continue to fight, but he really couldn't think of the reason for Zhao Huan to do this.

This is not the first time he has dealt with Zhao Huan.

That's a waste.

Not only Zhao Huan, but also a few of the entire Song officials were worthy of respect. For example, the Wang Shi, who blocked him in Taiyuan City for nine months, and after the city was broken, he still fought bloodily until he was shot dozens of guns before committing suicide. However, there were few such people like gems in the sand, and the rest were almost all waste. They had no ability except for some meaningless conspiracies and tricks in the face of force and some inexplicable so-called poems. They had no other skills. They were only worthy of refining corpse oil when putting them in the Jurchens.

By the way, do such a waste dare to provoke?

This is very confusing!

"What did the dog emperor say?"

He asked a member who went with Wang Fan.

"Report to the Marshal, the Emperor of Song did not say anything. It was the national master who was talking. He did this. According to the national master, they no longer recognized everything they had promised before, and they also wanted us to ced all the occupied land, including the sixteen prefectures of Youyun, to compensate them for their losses of 100 million taels of silver. Otherwise, the national master would lead the army to Huining to kill all the people."

The entourage said tremblingly.

The Jin generals around him burst into laughter, and even Nianhan couldn't help but laugh. It was obvious that this seemed really interesting to them.

"Behead them all, what are they doing when they die?"

Nianhan pointed at the follower and said.

The escorts were so scared that they begged quickly, but then they were dragged away. They were all civil officials of the old Liao Kingdom. For the Jurchen nobles, they were just dogs who wagged their tails and begged for mercy. In fact, these groups of envoys were all from the old Liao Kingdom. Whether they were trampled by horses, Liu Yan, Xiao Qing or Wang Xian were all. Nianhan ignored the wailings of these deceased slaves and stared at the city wall in the distance. At this time, he was on the altar of the Song Dynasty for sacrifice to heaven. This circular step-shaped altar formed an empty commanding height. His camp Qingcheng was a palace dedicated to fasting before sacrifice to heaven. Moreover, one in the north and south of the city, five miles away from the Bianliang city wall, which was also a safe distance. The camp of Olibu was in the east of the city.

"Send someone to Yunzhong, bring Lu Yundi, and then put it in the jar like Wang Feng, and send it to the dog emperor too!"

He said lightly.

Lu Yundi was an envoy of the Song Dynasty.

After the first battle of Bianliang, he took the order of the Song Dynasty emperor to Taiyuan and announced to Wang Bing the order to cede Taiyuan to the Jin Kingdom. However, Wang Bing ignored the order and continued to hold on until September. Because the Song Dynasty then sent troops to rescue Taiyuan, Lu Yundi and another envoy were detained in Daizhou. Since the Song Dynasty emperor dared to demonstrate, he would reply to him in the same way.

Wanyan Yinshuke immediately waved his hand, and an officer left immediately. At this moment, he looked at the underworld and said, "Marcenary, the right deputy marshal is here."

Nianhan turned his head and looked at the underworld.

Under the altar, a middle-aged general was supported by the soldiers and slowly walked up to the altar with a crutch. Because he was too sick, he still had to take a few steps to stop and rest. In his prime, he was like a dying old man. This scene made Nian Han sigh. It was obvious that the current situation was worrying. The general who was crossing the Taihang Mountains with him, and even competed with each other to fight toward Bianliang and finally defeated him has now become a waste. There are more and more such patients in the barracks, and a large number of people died almost every day. Yesterday, more than 100 were burned a day, and thirty of them were the Jurchen elites who followed him all the way south. These brave soldiers did not die on the battlefield but fell under the disease. This has to be said to be a kind of sadness, and this is also the reason why he was eager to end the war and withdraw his troops.

He really couldn't hold on anymore.

"Why are you here?"

He held the railing and looked at Oli without saying anything.

Wu Li cannot raise his head.

Yin Shuke suddenly screamed, and almost at the same time a strange sound came. Nianhan subconsciously raised his head and saw more than a dozen lit lights of fire in the sky dragging thick smoke.

"What the hell is this?"

Nian Han said in surprise.

His eyes fell down immediately with these fires...

"Go away!"

He almost subconsciously shouted

Wu Libu, who also raised his head below, was confused. At the same time, a black thing hit him less than one meter away from him, and then bounced upwards and hit him. Just as Wu Libu screamed and fell down, the thing turned into a ball of explosive flames. The flames and smoke instantly made his figure disappear, but Nianhan saw a head flying out from inside. Before he could react, more than a dozen things dragging long bamboo poles behind fell like rain, and dense fire balls kept exploding in his military camp...

"Ha, it's not bad, I'll give you my first merit!"

On the wall of Bianliang, Yang Feng, who was guarding more than a dozen wooden racks, patted the shoulder of a craftsman from the work department next to him and said.

This is the Rockets.

He didn't even need to do anything. The firearm craftsmen of the Ministry of Works can make it according to his drawings. The Congrif rocket was improved by the inventors in India by looking at the princes and princes using Chinese rockets to shoot each other. The rockets themselves were equipped in the Song army, and even the people often set up similar fireworks. This is just an oversized one, but it is enough to hit five miles away, but it is only a few gunpowder that are precious. Moreover, because of the limited weight, most gunpowder is used for driving. The gunpowder that can be used for bombardment is pitifully small and cannot kill people. It is completely unrealistic to expect it to knock back the Jin army, but it is okay to scare people.

"It's just that I don't have any accuracy, it's incomparable to the magical artifact of the national teacher!"

The craftsman said humbly.

Of course, what hits Wu Libu is not the direction of the bamboo pole.

That thing has no precision at all. Wherever you shoot it, it depends on your character. There is no problem with fighting a huge goal like a military camp. It is impossible to fight...

Actually, it's an altar.

Oli is not hit by the Rockets just because he is too unlucky.

In this way, the Rockets were made by the national master and had to be directly spin-stable. In this era, it would be a magical tool.

"Of course the artifact is different!"

Yang Feng said as he looked at the smoke rising from the Jin army camp.

He didn't know that he had killed one of the two commanders of the Jin army. Poor at this time, Nianhan was commanding his men to pick up the pieces of Wu Libu! This was Aguda's own son, and he had to pick it up well. Yang Feng just saw that they occupied Qingcheng and it was not a favor. After all, this was also a place to worship the sky. What's wrong with letting the Jin army be the big camp? He was not worried about scaring the Jin army away. If he retreated because of this, he would be a crushing defeat. The more he had not failed, the more he failed the Jin army, the more he could not give up the retreat of Bianliang, which would become a shameful mark.

Nianhan can't bear this mark.

Even if he really wants to withdraw his troops, he has to go to the limelight and find a suitable excuse. Otherwise, their internal political enemies will happily use this reason to remove his power. You must know that the princes and ministers of Wanyan Wuqimaihui and Huining are not at ease with him.

As the regime stabilized, the Jurchens, who could have been said to be united, have also begun to learn to intrigue and fight each other.

And it's very bloody.

Nianhan must maintain his undefeated image.

As long as he continues to drag on, he will not think about leaving until summer. Yang Feng actually doesn't care about Zhao Gou. He has the means to solve Zhao Gou. His 100,000 troops were prepared to solve the Jin army. As long as it is dragged until summer, the Yellow River during the flood season will completely block the Jin army's retreat north. Then he broke the floating bridges, Zong Ze was guarding the ferry in the north, and Sun Zhaoyuan was stuck in Luoyang and Guhan Road to the west. To the east is the Sishui water network, and to the south is the Huaihe water network. The Jin army will be trapped in Henan. Then his 100,000 troops will fight with the Jin army here, and wiped out the tens of thousands of Jin troops in Henan in one fell swoop.

The rest of the north is just a sweep.

But the premise of all this is that the water level of the Yellow River must soar to the point where it can cross the north and south.

That is, the summer flood season.

Otherwise, even if he had to take the more than 100,000 Jin soldiers, he would have no choice, especially since most of them were cavalry.

However, Yang Feng didn't know that just when he was admiring the smoke rising in the Jin army camp, on the south side of the camp, on the road from Gongzhou, that is, Sui County, Zhao Huan was originally sent by Zhao Huan to promulgate the Jin Dynasty in Hebei cities, but in Weizhou, the former Minister of Shangshu Zuo Cheng and the subordinate minister Geng Nanzhong, who was beaten up by the soldiers and civilians in the city, were also appreciating this scene in shock.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you hurry up!"
Chapter completed!